The motel room was dimly lit by the flickering screen of the TV sitting on the old rusty dresser and a small floor lamp in the corner of the room. The moonlight flooded through the cracked curtains that hung loosely over the windows.

The room itself smelled of smoke, sweat, and the scent of your cologne mixing together. The only sound that broke the silence was the heavy, ragged breathing and creaking of the box springs coming from the bed. The distant sound of the ac unit rumbled in the corner of the room which seemed quieter than normal in that small motel room.

After several exhausting rounds, Roman eventually pulled himself away from you only to move to the edge of the bed to slip on his boxers. He looked down at you, who was contently sprawled across the bed, the only thing covering your bare body was a thin layer of bed sheets draped over your waist and a satisfied smirk on your face as you gazed up at him.

"You okay?" Roman asked, a smug small grin playing on his lips despite the exhaustion visible across his features when he climbed back into bed and pulled you against his muscular frame. More gently than before.